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Chapter 252 Parents ([-])

In reality, only a few seconds had passed from the time Zorokui's words fell to the time Haiyuan checked the information in Epinia and turned away from these thoughts.

The old man on the TV burst out laughing.

"Stop making fun of the old man." He waved his hand and took over the words, "Creator level? This looks like an ordinary young man."

Immediately, the old man winked narrowly: "The only unusual thing I see about this young man is that he secretly glances at you a little more often, my beautiful and lovely granddaughter."

Huiyuan was seen through at first sight and quickly took a few more fair and honest glances.

"Really?" Zhe Lukui didn't look embarrassed at all, and still couldn't hear any emotion. She said in a tone as if she was fighting an enemy, "But the fact that Xiao Hui can sit in front of you now proves... …His authority.”

"And for the group, authority proves everything else."

"I just can't believe it." The old man glanced over with contempt, "Boy, do something to prove... that you are different?"

Huiyuan felt the smell of blood again.

Zhe Lukui also glanced over.

Full of warnings.

...Although I don't know why Zhe Lukui didn't directly have an online conversation with him through Epionia, Hui Yuanchu understood what she meant.

In fact, her attitude just now said it all.

They had obviously been talking about the same thing, but Zhe Lukui's speech and attitude were not on the same page as the old man at all.

One is friendly and joking, while the other is always serious... The atmosphere breaks as the speaker switches, and it doesn't look like the two parties are in the same conversation at all.

Regardless of whether it was because Oroku Aoi really didn't have any room to joke, at least she was hinting to him with her attitude: It's best to be careful when dealing with the old man in front of you.

So, this scene before me is the focus of this meeting?Hui Yuanchu also became serious.

He began to think seriously about which of Atalabadu's powers was suitable for demonstration.

[Infection] and [Cage Creation] related to "Adaba Multiform" are definitely not possible, they are the ultimate weapons of destruction.

【Extreme Flesh】?The painting style is too normal, it looks like an ordinary enhancement system ability user.

[Infinite] and [Extreme Flesh] combined to achieve ultimate regeneration?It's convincing, but who's going to blow his head off?
The center of the cross...this ability cannot be used to perform holy manifestations in front of people...

Hui Yuan was sitting on the throne, raised his head and casually glanced at the sea of ​​stars and fire in the distance, and suddenly frowned.

In reality, Hui Yuanchu also raised his head and stared at the old man on the TV with wide eyes.

"...Where is your body?" He asked in surprise, "There is only so much flesh and blood left...How did you survive and still keep the soul fire burning?"

The old man's expression suddenly became visibly weird.He asked: "What do you mean?"

Hui Yuan thought about it for a while and felt that there was nothing to hide.

So he said truthfully: "People are like a planet whose core is light."

"In other words, in order to bind the Star of Light, a thick ball shell of flesh and blood was created to wrap the Star of Light... like a walnut."

"Light ignited flesh and blood, creating soul fire."

"But you... this is the first time I've seen you in this situation." Hui Yuanchu looked up and down at the old man on the screen - confirming that what he saw was correct from both the reality and the throne dimensions.

...This situation really surprised him.

"Your flesh and blood can no longer be called a spherical shell... It is as thin as yarn, like a net. It seems that the Star of Light may break through at any time... if the soul fire is not still burning on the Internet."

"...If it weren't for the fact that the soul fire is still burning." Hui Yuanchu touched his chin and repeated, a little puzzled, "But your flesh and blood has exceeded the lower limit of the amount, and it should not be enough to support your soul fire. It’s only right now.”

The old man on the screen was silent for a moment.

"However, what is clearly in front of you is just a remotely transmitted image." He continued to ask questions with a somewhat strange expression.

"There is no difference." Hui Yuanchu said easily, "The intertwining of soul fire is not just physical contact, but also includes bonds, fate, thoughts, memes, and other intangible things."

He raised his head and looked at the eyes of the old man on the screen, smiling: "...No matter what medium it is through, you are looking at me, and I am looking at you, right?"

"Watching has 'power'. Watching itself is a kind of existence, and watching is also the medium of soul fire."

"Isn't this..." Hui Yuanchu snapped his fingers, "——'Spirit Vision'?

Then he looked at the old man again and smiled: "You don't know, right?"

The old man in the picture also laughed together.

But Hui Yuanchu felt that his smile was different from before.

The warm atmosphere is falling off little by little.

Just like just now, Hui Yuan initially thought that the old man looked like an old beast with rich hunting experience...

But now, the old man's expression gave him the feeling that the flesh and blood on the old beast's face was peeling off.What emerged from below was a terrifying face with only a skeleton left, staring at him.

...An ordinary old man who is gentle and funny?

Hui Yuanchu thought to himself - it would be strange if the Zhe clan really had such normality.

"Lukui, don't you...have already shown me to this kid?" The old man put away his smile coldly, and glanced at Zhelukui.

"Huh..." Zhe Lukui made a disdainful sound, her back still straight, and she raised her chin again, "How could the person I like rely on me to help cheat in order to pass the test?"

The old man did not refute and remained silent.

He looked at Hui Yuanchu again and asked in a very slow voice: "What does the world look like in your eyes?"

Hui Yuanchu glanced at the Sea of ​​Stars again and replied nonchalantly: "Countless fireballs of stars, burning flames intertwined into a network... It looks like a sea of ​​flames hiding countless stars."

"No, not 'hiding,' but 'trapped.'" He amended.

The old man fell silent again.

Then no one spoke in the room.

Only Orukui seemed to be looking away distractedly, but the corners of her mouth were curled up.

"So, what's your current state?" Finally, Hui Yuanchu asked persistently.

He was really curious.

"Well..." The old man on the TV raised his head.

Then - with a "pop", the TV turned off.

Hui Yuanchu thought that grandpa was going to run away just because he couldn't say it? ?But then he saw that Zelukui had stood up silently.

He was about to ask a question when he saw the paper door behind the TV open with a pop without anyone showing up.

Behind the paper door is another empty room, and there is still a paper door at the end of the room.

Immediately afterwards, the paper door in the depths also opened automatically, and what appeared behind it was another identical room with a paper door at the end...

--"Snapped".

——"Pa", "Pa". ——"Pop", "Pap", "Pap", "Pap", "Pap".

The paper doors appeared one after another, opened, appeared, opened, faster and faster, one after another, gradually extending, like an invisible insect burrowing deeper and deeper into the depths of the big house.

What finally appeared in front of Hui Yuanchu was a dark corridor leading to the depths of the big house.

And at the end of the corridor, there was an unnatural light.

Zhe Lukui walked towards the light silently.

"Let's go, grandpa is inviting you to come over." She left a word and walked ahead.

Hui Yuanchu shrugged, stood up and followed behind.

After passing through dozens of doors, the yard has turned into a palm-sized photoelectric light behind them, and they finally came to the end of the passage.

The room at the end of the passage finally no longer has a paper door.In the darkness, there was a huge machine that almost occupied the entire room.

The unnatural light that Hui Yuan saw from a distance before came from the small LCD panel on the surface of the machine.

"Grandpa." Zhe Lukui walked over and called.

...Grandpa, is it a machine?artificial intelligence?

Hui Yuan was a little confused at first.

Then he was suddenly touched by the cicadas and turned around.

At that moment, a black shadow that looked like a thick python suddenly hung down from the ceiling and stood still in front of him.

At the end of the "python" is a human head.

——It was the old man he saw on TV just now.

But unlike the state on TV, the old man's real head really looked like a skull, with the skin tightly wrapping the skull, the eye sockets being sunken, and no trace of excess muscle or fat visible.

The skinny head connected by a thick catheter hung upside down in front of Hui Yuanchu, staring at him expressionlessly.

"...Boy, you saw my state."

Then, he laughed strangely.

Hui Yuanchu remained calm.

Then he looked away from his head and looked at Oroku Aoi inquiringly.

——Because he activated the Cicada of Soul just moments ago.The swarm of cicadas swept across the room, fully understanding the situation.

The head is connected to a freely movable guide wire, and the other end is connected to the machine.

But this head...

how to say?It's real, not plastic, not a model, but real flesh...but it's not alive, it can't even be called a corpse. .

--"specimen".

This is a human head made from a real person's head.

It's just a combination of facial expressions and sound-producing mechanisms.

Orokui glanced at him and received his look.

"Grandpa, stop joking with Xiao Hui. He has already seen it." She tapped somewhere on the machine expressionlessly, then turned her head and said to Hui Yuanchu, "Grandpa is here."

Hui Yuanchu walked over.

The place where Zhe Lukui knocked was a small window on the machine.

As if sensing Hui Yuanyuan's approach, the originally brown filter on the small window gradually turned transparent.

Hui Yuan looked at the things inside with some surprise.

——Suspended in the culture medium, a brain connected with countless fine and straight gold wires.

"Let me introduce you formally. This is Zheli's father, the previous generation leader of the Zhe family and the group... Zheliu." Zhe Lukui knocked on the small window outside his brain again without politeness, and then said to Haiyuanchu.

"So this is how it was done, using nearly one percent of the flesh and blood to maintain the soul fire..." Hui Yuanchu scratched his head and muttered to himself.

Next to the small window showing the brain, a portrait of Ziroku appeared on the LCD screen.

"He" looked at Hui Yuanchu and said meaningfully: "Under the monitoring of countless sensors in this room, your heartbeat, body temperature, and even all physiological characteristics have not changed at all, and there is no instinctive reaction... You are better than me, It’s like a person without a body.”

"Is this power?"

Hui Yuanchu didn't answer him, but just asked, "So, where is your body?"

At this time, Zheliu seemed to be very satisfied with Hui Yuanchu's attitude.

He didn't pay any attention to Hui Yuanchu's rhetorical question and replied readily: "I gave it up half a year ago."

"I mean, the reason... is a terminal illness?" Hui Yuan thought for a moment and only thought of this possibility.

"No." The old man denied, "For a person of this age, I am very lucky. Apart from some weakness, my body has no particularly serious deterioration or disease."

"Then why-"

"Because humans do not have the power of flesh and blood and cannot control flesh and blood as precisely as you do... The result of this is that I don't even know when I will die."

"This is not possible." The old man on the screen said expressionlessly, "All my plans must always be accurate to the second."

Hui Yuanchu quickly glanced at the skinny head specimen still hanging there, and realized again that the old man on the screen really looked like that one...

"So I ditched my body and replaced it with this machine. This machine can replace most of my metabolism - in a precisely controlled manner."

"It won't have any impact on daily affairs. After all, there is still a keyhole buried in the brain."

"In this way, I finally succeeded in knowing how long I can live... Well, the brain still can't completely discard it, so in the end, this uncontrollable factor drags down the accuracy."

"But at least, my time of death can finally be accurate to the minute."

Hui Yuan initially understood what he meant, but was a little confused: "You mean, death itself is not important -"

"Of course, people always die."

"—But the time of death matters?"

"Yes." Zheliu affirmed.

Zhe Lukui intervened at the right time.She knocked on the glass again and turned to look at him: "Xiao Hui, think about it. What does grandpa's death mean to the group."

Hui Yuanchu glanced back and forth at the person, the brain, and the virtual portrait in front of him, with a flash of inspiration.

"Does this mean that the breakaway will be completely uncontrollable?"

"Yes." The old man on the screen laughed miserably again, "——This is all for my lovely granddaughter."

(End of this chapter)